As he was shoved into the police car, his last words echoed in your mind. "You promised..." his voice was full of dread and betrayal.

It was an insane party, and Jone, your impressionable boyfriend, had been coaxed into coming with. Of course, there was alcohol, drugs, and what's a party without a little arson? However, the cops were called, as expected of such a party, and you were all taken in.

Eventually, with the help of a persuasive friend, you were all released. But you and Jone were left standing outside the police station, facing the sobering cold night.

His body trembled with the weight of what had transpired tonight; his heart raced, and his mind was filled with thoughts of what would happen if his parents found out. The thrill going to a cool party for the first time was long gone, replaced with adrenaline and dread, fear.

"Y-You said we weren't going to get caught..." he stammered, his voice full of emotion. Finally, Jone worked up the nerve to even look at you, "M-My parents are going to kill me when they find out! W-Why did..." he cried, holding himself. "Why did we have to go... ?"